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Today I'm teasing with my newest release, ROPE A FALLING STAR, which is now available! This is book 1 in the Triple Star Ranch series and is a contemporary romantic suspense set in Cheyenne, Wyoming, around Cheyenne Frontier Days. :) Tom Colton spent a nice evening with Amber Hillcrest, one of the ranch's massage therapists, but in the morning he has a visitor, and it doesn't quite add up.
Tom looked for Annabelle and found her speaking to a woman in tight bejeweled jean capris and a plaid rodeo shirt. She leaned against the reception desk, one booted foot cocked and crossed behind the other, showing shapely calves.
Her ass ain’t bad, either. The ass and calves could only belong to one woman, one he wasn’t sure he really wanted to see.
He moseyed up to the desk and stopped beside her, his gaze firmly on Annabelle. “You wanted to see me?”
“Ah yes, Mr. Colton. Ms. Adams is here for you.” Annabelle smiled her professional smile, but her eyes glinted with gossipy intrigue.
Darlene Adams turned and flashed him her patented Rodeo Queen smile. “Howdy, stranger. Long time, no see.”
“Darlene.” He smiled and nodded, wondering why she’d visited. “How’ve you been?”
She tilted her head until her bleached, golden tresses slid over one shoulder as she shrugged. “I’ve been all right. I missed you last night. Why didn’t you come to the bar with Max? I expected you to join the celebrations.”
Annabelle’s gaze dropped to what she was doing behind the counter, but if she’d had ears like a horse, they would’ve been perked. Tom didn’t want to share personal business with the ranch gossip.
“Yeah, I just wasn’t in a celebratory mood last night, so I headed home.” It was his turn to shrug. “It was a good thing I did. Our neighbors had a fire at their ranch and I was there to help.” He grimaced. “They lost most of the barn, but none of the animals were harmed.”
Darlene gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh no. That’s horrible.”
He nodded. “It was a close thing. But the fire department got there pretty quick and it worked out.”
“Oh, that’s terrible. It was lucky you got home in time.” Darlene sighed with a lovely lift to her full breasts.
“Uh, yeah. So what brings you all the way out here to the Triple Star, Darlene? I figured you’d be hanging around Frontier Park, warming up on Ansel.”
Ansel Adams was her pure-bred appaloosa Quarter horse barrel racer. She’d ridden him since he’d been a new-broke two-year-old.
Darlene gave a negligent shrug. “Turns out you’re not the only one out of the running this year.”
“Aw hell, I’m sorry, Darlene. I thought this was your year.”
She’d been competing in the women’s barrel racing since he’d started his champion’s run at Cheyenne Frontier Days, but she’d never gotten closer than second.
She shrugged. “Yeah, me too.” Her smile returned. “So I thought I’d stop by when Max said you’d come back to the ranch after the competitions last night. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Tom paused, something ringing out of tune like the wrong note played on a fiddle. What the hell? They’d been broken up for over six months.
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